I've only been in class for three nights, and already I've got more homework than I know what to do with. But it's incredible to be back; I don't know why I love school as much as I do, but I do.
That's really all I've got to say at the moment. I took a break from reading Virginia Woolf to have some French fries (do you need to capitalize the second "f"?), and I ate too much, so I think I'll change into sweatpants before continuing ("What was I thinking?! Jeans have no give!"). And then I'll read for a few more hours before bed. Ahh, the life of a grad student.